Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mexico and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Model 500,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.